Stuff
So, in case you hadn’t noticed, I gave up my former blog address. It seems like, the minute I gave it up, somebody else took it! I don’t even think the person has the same name as me, I think this person just assumed the name. Weird.
The other thing is that my inbox is being clogged with notifications of the Jamie Fox special that’s coming on tomorrow night. Something about NBC not publicizing it because he refused to have any white guests on his show. If you’re reading this, and have given serious thought to passing that message around, do me a favor and leave me off of your list. I swear I’ve received about 15 of those messages already, and it’s getting old.
The other problem is that I don’t really like Jamie Fox, and have no plans to watch his special. Sure, he was great in Ray, which was an undeniably good performance. (Although I was keeping my fingers crossed for Don Cheadle to win the Oscar for Hotel Rwanda) I liked him in Any Given Sunday. However, I have a problem with his attention-getting antics. I can’t point to anything that he’s done, specifically . . . well . . . maybe I could if I chose to put my mind to it . . . but he always seems to be saying “look at me! look at me!”
Now . . . there are those who will disagree with me and say that, because he’s a man of color, this is what he must do in order to get his fair shake. I don’t know about that. There are recognized minority entertainers who don’t share his demeanor.
Besides . . . I always think of him as Bunz in Booty Call. Yeesh!
